When he heard the woman's words, he was stunned and didn't know what to say. These people! Either don't answer the phone, or answer the phone or ask some idiotic question. What does it mean to leak? How can there be a leaky house these days? At most, there is a little water seepage on the top layer, and even then the salesperson will not admit it.

The woman's voice rang out again: "Woo woo...... The house I live in now leaks all day long, gets wet, and is so cold...... Woowoo woo ......"

The whispered cry came intermittently from the phone, echoing, accompanied by the occasional "ticking" sound, adding a chill to the rainy evening.

He didn't dare to say any more, so he hung up the phone directly. This woman, if she is either pretending to be a ghost and playing tricks on her, or she has a problem with her brain, otherwise how could she make such a strange movement? It's kind of scary.

There must be something wrong with the brain! She comforted herself, calmed down slightly, adjusted her state, and touched her phone again.

"Jingle bell!" The phone rang in a hurry, startling the prisoner.

Prison Painting looked at the ringing mobile phone, and his heart trembled slightly. This is a call from Card 2. Card 2 is a new office phone card set up by the company after coming to the sales department, and she has been using it to make sales calls, but she has never been able to get in and out. Who has nothing to call the sales department? Prison drew a bold look at the caller ID. Oh, my God! It's the number she dialed just now!

It's that woman! She's calling back! Prison painting small face pale. She didn't want to talk to this neurotic anymore, it was weird.

The phone rang a lot, and finally it fell silent. The prison painting was about to get back to work when the damn bell rang again. Repeated a few times, the prison painting is also on fire, regardless of whether you are a human ghost or a brain disease, what does this invincible serial life-killing call mean? As soon as his brain was hot, he picked up the phone and yelled without waiting for the other party to speak: "Rich Jiangshan sales department!" We only sell watertight houses! ”

The woman was probably stopped by the roar of the prison painting, and it took a long time to react, and said resentfully: "Why are you so fierce? People just ask......"

Although this sentence still has a strange echo, because of this resentful tone, it has become a little funny, and the fear in the heart of the prison painting has also faded. Knowing that this woman was abnormal, he patiently said in as gentle a tone as possible: "This lady, no leakage is the basic condition for the sale of our company's house. What conditions do you need for a house, you can tell me, I will recommend a suitable house for you. ”

The woman was silent again for a few seconds, and then, as if talking to herself, she murmured, "What conditions?" Recommend me? So good? I want to think about it...... I'm going to think about it......"

I really didn't want to waste time on this woman, so I didn't wait for the woman to think about it before I spoke: "Our wealthy Jiangshan community is a high-end community developed by a real estate company under Jiangling Group, located in Jiangcheng Binhe New District, built next to the riverside, and the northernmost houses all belong to the riverside landscape houses......"

"Ahh I don't want to go along the river! The woman suddenly cried out in fear, startling. I live in a house that leaks, and I don't want to go along the river...... Water... Water, a lot of water! Woowoo...... I'm so cold......"

Not again! Prison Painting couldn't help but curse this neurotic woman in his heart, and his tone became impatient again. "Do you want to listen to it?"

The woman seemed to be quite afraid of getting angry, so she suddenly stopped crying, and said "um", but her mouth was still broken: "Water, water...... It's cold......"

The prison painting automatically chose to ignore the woman's inexplicable and weird murmur, and continued to introduce: "The community has a beautiful environment, well-designed, all commercial houses are garden houses, one household and one elevator, and the elevator leads directly to the underground garage ......"

"Underground?" The woman screamed again.

"Yes, the underground garage." Prison painting has become accustomed to her startled style, and answers calmly.

"Nope! I don't want to go underground! The underground is scary! You don't know, there are a lot of ghosts out there...... Woowoo woo ......"

Belch...... The prison painting was speechless and choked. Eldest sister, you're a ghost yourself! Scared the baby to death, okay?

"You don't need an underground garage, you don't need to buy a parking space, and if you don't like to take the elevator, you can choose the first floor. Our first floor has a yard and belongs to the garden-style building, and our sample room is the first floor. If you're interested, come over now and I can show you around. ”

There is no sincerity in what he said. Although it is an invitation, the implication is that if you don't come now, I won't show you.

However, the prison painting still underestimated this woman's persistence, and when he heard that the prison painting said that he could see the house, he immediately shouted excitedly: "I'll come, I'll come!" What is your name? I'll go to you now, you wait! ”

There was a "pop" in the head of the prison painting, and the heart was finished, this crazy woman is coming to find herself, this dark is alone, and she must not be scared to death?

"I'm a salesman in a wealthy country." Perhaps because he still had a glimmer of fantasy and hope, although he was afraid, he still reported his name.

"Prison painting, prison painting......" The woman's voice became quieter and quieter as she pronounced the name of the prison painting. The other party has not hung up the phone, and the ghost has not hung up, listening to the "woo" wind on the other side of the phone, and feels a little familiar for no reason.

Just when her mind drifted to somewhere, she felt something change in the outside environment.

He stood up, moved his muscles, and looked out. From the inside of the sales department, it is still dark outside. But she always felt something different.

She was bold, picked up the umbrella placed in the corner, and walked to the door of the sales department. Originally, she couldn't see it really from a distance and the glass, but now she saw it clearly, and she was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

Originally, outside the sales department was a small square facing the riverside, all of which were large light gray floor tiles, and the square sculptures and buildings were all in European style, and the decoration was also magnificent. At this moment, what catches the eye of the prison painting is a series of large courtyards with a strong traditional Chinese atmosphere and Suzhou garden style, like a vivid and delicate ancient painting!

Hell yes! The figure of the prison painting shook a few times, barely stabilizing the figure, but I saw a slender figure appear in the beautiful courtyard.

It's a woman! A woman in a period costume! I almost thought I was dreaming. This unreal scene, the logical change, the unfashionable woman, is obviously beyond her cognition. Prison forced himself to close his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, everything would be back to normal.

However, this is not a hallucination, nor is it a dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman's face getting closer and closer.

It is undeniable that the woman is extremely beautiful, with a slender figure and convex and concave, which is the envy of prison paintings. It's a pity that that delicate face is pale and gray, which is extremely terrifying.

I subconsciously wanted to escape, and when I looked back, she was the only one in the empty sales department, and there was no place to hide, so it was useless to escape.

She took a deep breath and stood resignedly, looking at the woman who was getting closer and closer, her face pale and bloodless.

She's bad enough anyway, so what's there to be afraid of? If there really is a ghost, that's it.

Prison drew his heart, opened the door directly from the inside, and said in a trembling voice without any temperature: "Welcome! ”

"You're a prison painter?" The miserable white woman looked surprised, showed a stiff smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "Prison painting...... Prison Painting ...... Why can't I remember the name so familiar......"

Familiar? He didn't want to be familiar with her, so he smiled and said, "Maybe it's the same name, I don't remember seeing you." What do you call this lady? ”

As soon as the woman was imprisoned, she didn't delve into the familiar questions, and said, "My name is Jimei."

I'll go! He almost fell flat and stumbled. The name is extremely beautiful? Although this woman is extremely beautiful and good-looking, she doesn't praise herself like this, right?

Seeing the reaction of the prison painting, Jimei touched her face unconsciously and said, "How is it?" Am I beautiful? I'll tell you, I wasn't so beautiful before, but there are only lazy women and no ugly women in this world, and I worked hard to develop a pill that would make women beautiful as long as they ate it. It's a pity that the house I live in leaks every day, and all the pills I have managed to make are wet...... Woowoo woo ......"

Okay, now the topic finally comes back to the house. Prison Painting breathed a sigh of relief, and then said beautifully: "Then you can buy a watertight house from us, and arrange a storage room to store the pills, and you will no longer have to worry about the problem of dampness in the medicine."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed behind him and said, "I'll take you to see the sample room, please come here."